Still a 1st draft - Triolet

I can't think of any changes to make to this - may come back to it later.


In a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains
humming in a monotone
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
as if it's all she's ever known
this weaving into skeins
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains.